Carl Sagan Poems

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Nothing

Nothing prose poem

I, the most perfect syllable in the world. It encapsulates me and all that is mine And all that I perceive or have perceived, All that I encountered or experienced, the Totality of my existence and its meaning To me

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Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

A Window Person

A Window Person short poem

She offers far greater potential than the frame upon which she attaches She is flexible, agreeable, and delights to be covered, opened, or closed She provides a reality far and above her surrounding strong walls If you should decide to

That Night

That Night long poem

The last corn popped expansively Unnecessarily loud, in a paper bag on a round glass base In a ten year old microwave (a good tool); Jennifer awaits, our first night in, alone together Her parents are at the cinema; her

Who Lives In My Perfect Love

Who Lives In My Perfect Love ballad

Perhaps she lives In our dreams alone, She whose face is Illumined By the rays Of the sun, While the dansette plays Some romantic melody, O how I love The one Who lives in my perfect love. It’s so strange,

Toilers Of The Sea

Toilers Of The Sea ballad

Come away with me To toil upon the sea, Come away and see How sweet sea life can be, I’ll sing Bonnie Dundee Off the coast of Old Guernsey, you and me As toilers of the sea, as toilers of

A Multitude Of Woes

A Multitude Of Woes short poem

As a young man, I was always obsessed By melancholy. I saw deep sadness, The quality That so tormented my heroes, Such as Arthur Rimbaud, And Montgomery Clift, As glamorous and romantic, But it’s not… It’s not remotely romantic, When

Paradise Reflected

Paradise Reflected short poem

Absorbed in the eyes of a magnificent soaring Bald Eagle; a pristine alpine amphitheater, high in the Cascade Mountain Range. As early fall unfolds. This astute amphitheater fully clothed in the brisk autumn colors: Scarlet red, bright hues of orange,

Your Beautiful (lethal) Life

Your Beautiful (lethal) Life elegy

Shooting star With a quicksilver mind, You deserve to go so far, Can’t someone stop you Before you ruin your soul, With irreversible harm? Drinking all day, Every single day, Out of your head on booze, Is this the life,

But A Love Now Long Gone

But A Love Now Long Gone elegy

One summer’s eve in Spain, I fled through an open window, Butterflies aflight In the very pit of me, And I tramped the streets, My heart abrim With such a love, But a love now long gone. With my final

Destruction Of My Heart

Destruction Of My Heart long poem

I sometimes feel that there aren’t enough words to describe what I feel for you as if I need to create meanings for new words so I am able to do justice to what I say to you how I

A Calf Love Crisis

A Calf Love Crisis ballad

I couldn’t be more sure Of all the nostalgia I’d endure, If I were to explore A calf love crisis That was so hard to cure, How’s your mummy, she knew mine, They’d been friends For a little time, Like

And If My Soul Is Crying

And If My Soul Is Crying elegy

It’s happening again, Such unbearable pain, And if my soul is crying As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine… I’ve let so many people down, Lost so many beautiful opportunities I feel so failed and forlorn, But is that

A Cambridge Lamentation

A Cambridge Lamentation elegy

This place is always a little lonely At the weekends…no noise and life; I like solitude, But not in places Where there’s recently been A lot of people. Reclusiveness protects you From nostalgia, And you can be as nostalgic In

Wicked Cahoots

Wicked Cahoots short poem

When he made his first personal appearance in the dirty alley on someone else’s rusty bike, screaming along in a cloud of dust, it rendered us all speechless and motionless. But I was amazed that despite his grey-faced surliness, he

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The Comfort Of A Kerchief

The Comfort Of A Kerchief short poem

It is most just and so fair And not just any scrap of square. For gentle lady and kind Sir Need this linen to leave and stir. Her flowing sari is draped perfectly The blouse contrasts most fittingly. Her hair

Number One at Number Ten

Number One at Number Ten sonnet poems

One’s trying very hard to find one’s voice, The problem is one’s sounding rather stiff; It seems to me that one has little choice Than take a break and chillax with a spliff. If ever I should be Prime Minister,

Onward We Go

Onward We Go short poem

I have been on this journey for a long time. As long as I have Jesus I am fine. Every day I sing and pray. No longer on this earth do I wish to stay. I will not give up

Lacerations

Lacerations short poem

Were you a price victim of an unknown? You step out in darkness after a family fued to walk barefoot on bonsai of miffed arguments. You do not know the barbs, the hidden hate of centuries, and yet you must

Famous Husband

Famous Husband short poem

A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,

Face To Face

Face To Face short poem

In the valley of blasts a row of jacarandas tall, sweet smelling, shed blue petals endlessly. A colossus spread on wounds of earth. A small girl with pellets in her belly was searching her wounded mother. Essence of sorrow helps

A Signature’s Display

A Signatures Display short poem

Each written word reveals many things. What does a signature tell you? Is it sound, plain and mature? Is it recognized as only yours? Its duty is to represent you. Sign it plain, clear, and true. Put something there that

End Of Time

End Of Time prose poem

I see a place with starless skies. I see a dark smooth world endlessly a float in the black, its star long since blinked out. Covered with small closely spaced geodesic domes. Geodesic domes all interconnected, all with conduits leading

Lust To Love

Lust To Love short poem

Did you ever try To understand my lips on cozy darks of warms days of February. Your lips descended, to the salivary blast that my glands made. To feed you. For the night. And my lips as wet as yours

Summerland Island

Summerland Island short poem

Well I’m taking a midnight flight out of Harrison, TN tonight I just gotta take a break from old man winter and my No good for nothing lazy ass lover, so just like a night bird In flight I am

A Centriolum

A Centriolum short poem

Never in those sizzling conflicts displaying the pink eyes you were able to reach me. Was it metagenesis, forgetting your selfhood? Fragments of a beast were floating on sea. Was umblicus of death broken in the crotch of a mother?

The Lonely Road

The Lonely Road ballad

I walked the street which I found to be lonely On the mid I came to know that I was one and only I traveled the path which was away from sorrow But on the Mid I noticed that the

The Sunshine

The Sunshine short poem

Dad, you are like the sun to me, A sure thing, always there. Beaming light and warmth on my life. Whatever is good in me today, I owe to your wisdom, your patience, your strength, your love. You are my

The Confused Childhood

The Confused Childhood long poem

She was the pride of her father The brightest star of her class He showed her skills off To everyone visiting Curious she was as ever Asking questions till answers she would gather Something happened one day She changed so

Unconditional Love, A Leaf From A Leaf

Unconditional Love, A Leaf From A Leaf short poem

Standing alone staring at the flowing stream Saw those many floating with a swing and a beam And then came this slender tender one Dancing in the jocund company of another one For a while I thought it stopped at

Hope

Hope short poem

I have hope For without hope I’d be lost Among a sea of travelers Not knowing my journey On this planet We so fondly call earth I have hope For a future full of blessings And gratitude I have hope

Blast

Blast short poem

In a pool of blood a face swims. Under the boulders there is a muffled scream. Your private god was not there. The space is littered with death-snacks. Births a bloom of limbs, stained shirts, twisted wheels. Dam of tears

Free

Free elegy

The rope around my throat is black That much I know I’m dead because of his heartless attacks The person everyone knows The reflection in the mirror isn’t my own It’s a ghost, a phantom, sitting on his throne His

Lear Again…

Lear Again... short poem

It was not worth it. Building of castles on the dirty roads. Offering spiritual coalition of unscented certainties. Admission of reversing the course of river does not exonerate. Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasies clairvoyance, but confirming nothing. Quasi-tales mingling

Your Eyes

Your Eyes short poem

I have looked deep into your eyes and I can see your soul. Did you know that your eyes speak so much? I have heard your eyes telling me how happy you are when you see me. And I know

Life

Life short poem

If life is pain then be the release If life is sorrow then create joy If life is sickness then be the cure If life is short make it long If life is cold make it hot if life is

In search of peace

In search of peace short poem

why do you question something that is understood why do you question someone who will not understand why do you wail when no one hears you scream why do you love when love doesn’t exist what has become of you

Those Who Don’t Need The Spotlights

Those Who Dont Need The Spotlights short poem

Those who don’t need the spotlight, Can live without all the cheer. They can climb heights, Without any fear. So what, if they don’t have a popular name? Or if they don’t run for fame! They have their RESPECT, And

Drugs! Drugs! Drugs!

Drugs! Drugs! Drugs! short poem

To many drugs! Yes, I said to many freaking drugs! As I once thought you could never do enough, But now my whole world is completely and utterly messed up, Where I’m nearly forced to say that, yes, enough is